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| - This is my review for a Wednesday night.
Like most gay bars in Las Vegas that I had the pleasure of patronizing, cover charges are ridiculously expensive. To even charge on an off night and then charge premium prices on drinks at the same time is a big no-no in my book, but I'm sure they have their reasons (presumably high rent for being just off the Strip. It's that, or those go-go boys were actually the cast from "Magic Mike" and I didn't get an autograph). Fortunately, like many gay bars in Las Vegas, there's a way around that charge. By simply going to their website and putting yourself on the guest-list at no immediate expense, you can get in for free or be charged less at the door on certain nights depending on your residency status. Naturally, tourists are considered piggy banks just waiting to be shattered.
For some reason though, they didn't have the guest list that night, but the girl at the door was kind enough to forgo charging me the $10 cover when I mentioned I was supposed to be on it. But the bargains stopped there. At the bar, I was charged $12 for a short glass of Redbull-Vodka. Add the tip, and I can see why it's a good idea to loiter outside to get some last-minute pregaming done. THANK YOU Nevada law on public drinking. And I guess the idea really is to come prepared. I sure learned my lesson, but at least I found a guy to buy me my next drink. . . haha.
On a Wednesday night towards midnight, this place was pretty dead. I got the impression that this was more of an after-party destination since it picked up towards 1am, but I was still iffy about the whole setup. Other than the few barstools I wasn't able to sit in anyway, the place was filled with empty booths blocked by stanchions. This place needs more chairs! But maybe that was my tired tourist-ass talking. The stanchions just made the seating seem intimidating and a little too VIP for a night when nothing particularly exciting was going on.
Also, a well-defined dance space would be nice. Maybe I missed it, but I couldn't find the smooth hard surface that I usually find at bars and clubs that become slick with alcohol spillage and body fluid over the course of a night out. Pretty handy those floors, when you want to do a lot of leg twisting when you dance. Yes, I'm being serious. A well lubricated floor makes for fun times, unless you're Mai Tai Bar and Ernie Verdugo just sued you and won $2-million (why isn't this making bigger headlines!?). LOL.
The music was just fine. I kinda wished they played music videos on those screens to kind of stimulate the place a little, but I suppose the half-naked dancers and bartenders were good for that purpose.
The crowd was pretty touristy. The three guys I talked to all night were from out of town and it was their first time there, so the conversations were pretty repetitive. "Oh, me too! So where you from?"
At bars, the level of enjoyment you experience tends to depend on the company you're with or able find, but despite that, I wasn't really digging the venue. Wednesday nights are so not the nights to be there. It seems a bit half-assed, which is pretty true since only half the venue was open that night. Next time I'm in Vegas though, I'll be sure to come back on a weekend. After all, I've never legally partied at or ever even known a bar open until 7am before.
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